Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 594 - 594 593 Undead Army 5

594: Chapter 593 Undead Army 5 594: Chapter 593 Undead Army 5 Yu Zhengxing listened to Wan Shixiong’s complaints and sighed in his heart.

How could he not know that engaging in an unbridled battle was precisely what the sword cultivators of the Shan Sect were best at?

But out of these people, how many were sword cultivators?

Even when adding up the cultivators from several small countries and smaller Daoist sects, they didn’t amount to a thousand, and among them, Shan Sect sword cultivators were less than 150.

Such a small number of people was not enough to provoke the Undead Army deep in the desert.

He was not that reckless.

To send all the sword cultivators out for guerrilla warfare might not be very effective, and the remaining ragtag group would lose their backbone, making the idea of having them stay in the forest to resist the Undead Army definitely a pipe dream.

It was because of these and other concerns that he ultimately did not choose to go out and meet them.

War is a deadly weapon and must be used with caution; it’s not something a few cultivators can just rush into headlong.

There were too many factors to consider.

“These nearly two thousand li of forest, with our manpower, each person would need to cover three or four li, that means a small team defends ten or so li; I don’t want to fight this kind of meaningless standoff, but I can’t think of any other way?

What I fear most is that the Undead Army won’t focus on key points in their attacks, spreading out evenly, starting a full-frontal war.

That would inevitably result in a situation full of flaws.

Then set a fire in the forest?

How could that be good?”

It’s too difficult.

Neither advancing, defending, nor retreating is an option.

All we can do is adapt to circumstances on the fly and try to psychologically overpower the Undead Army.

Wan Shixiong didn’t have any extraordinary solutions either.

He was very familiar with this place, after all, having defended it for decades.

He understood Yu Zhengxing’s dilemma perfectly: a clever woman can’t cook without rice.

The topic had to be changed, “What about Hou Niao?

I heard he was also sent here, but why don’t I see him?

Did he run away before the battle?”

Yu Zhengxing knew he was joking, “I assigned him a different task.

It was for that Water Spirit Pearl.

I had hoped that if we could acquire it and place it in the Dark River, we would save seventy to eighty percent of our resources.

But now it seems fruitless; with no forest belt, what use is the Water Spirit Pearl?

This lad’s combat ability is quite strong, but he can’t change the outcome of a war by himself; with or without him, it’s all the same.”

Wan Shixiong, after all, had been here for decades and knew the underground Dark River like the back of his hand, “There’s one issue, who will protect the Dark River?”

Yu Zhengxing fell silent for a long moment, “No one!

Shixiong, do you think I can spare any manpower given our current situation?

We can only hope that the Undead Army doesn’t understand the underground situation here.”

“You’re gambling!”

“I have no choice but to gamble!

Can you tell me a foolproof plan?”

The Shan Sect is far away, the Qin Sect and Yue Sect are too busy with their own troubles, the Daoist Sect is just watching the fire from the shore, and the local forces are stretched too thin…

“These Daoist scoundrels, I’m sure, after our failure to build the forest, will take pleasure in our misfortune and then pick up on our ideas!

Next, they’ll go around spreading tales of the Shan Sect’s incompetence and boasting about their own strategic foresight, and finally, they’ll claim the credit for forest creation for themselves!”

Yu Zhengxing indifferently responded, “Shixiong sees clearly.

From the fact that those merchants refuse to sign a contract with us, it’s clear they’re waiting for just such an opportunity; in their eyes, this task is something only a vast Daoist Sect could truly achieve.

“We hold, we have resources; we don’t, and everything is moot.”

The gamblers of the Demonic Path were truly unbearable, using over a hundred elite from the Shan Sect as stakes in their bets—only these demonic sword cultivators could do such audacious acts, which especially disgusted many moderates.

Elder Wan couldn’t persuade any further; after all, he wasn’t the current defender of Loulan Town, nor was Yu Zhengxing within the organizational system of Sikong Mansion.

He was here merely to express his own sentiments and couldn’t decide for Yu Zhengxing.

These demonic sword cultivators had powerful backers behind them.

A few Golden Core cultivators carefully deduced and refined their tactical arrangements, pushing everything to the limits; orders were relayed, and nearly six hundred human cultivators were positioned along a forest belt spanning nearly two thousand miles.

Visually, the number seemed worryingly sparse.

…On the horizon, it seemed as if a wave of black clouds was approaching, dense and massive—the sheer visual oppression of approximately ten thousand members of the Undead Army was overwhelming.

The cultivators who weren’t steadfast in spirit lost their composure at this sight, and the thought of having to engage in positional warfare with the undead creatures unnerved many.

A few Golden Core cultivators, standing from a vantage point, estimated the enemy’s numbers at a glance.

“Less than seven thousand!

Fewer than we expected!

And they aren’t sweeping across the entire forest belt; it seems they’re more eager for a direct confrontation with us humans.

Could it be that after all these years, these undead creatures still haven’t made much progress?

Do they believe they have the upper hand?”

Elder Wan was surprised; there were obvious flaws in the Undead Army’s strategy.

If they had targeted the forest belt without regard for losses, it would have been most troublesome for humans.

But gathering into formations like this meant humans still stood a chance?

Surprising as it was, that was the situation.

Scouts consecutively confirmed through flying messages that there were no other undead creatures within a thousand miles, which allowed the Golden Core leaders to breathe a sigh of relief.

Due to the stupidity of the undead creatures, humans at least had the capability to fight one battle.

As the Undead Army approached within a hundred miles and their formation became hard to change, Yu Zhengxing decisively ordered, “Notify everyone to immediately assemble at Longxu Gully.”

Elder Wan exclaimed, “It seems we still have a chance?”

Yu Zhengxing was more cautious, “Not necessarily!

The combat method of the Undead Army is unexpected.

We might consider it stupidity, but if our opponents were humans, Elder Brother, would you still think the same?

“But I can’t discern their true intentions for the time being.

Since they are here, let’s fight them first.

One thousand against seven thousand—if we fight with all our might and refuse to retreat, and if the will of the Undead Army collapses after the bloody melee, it will be our opportunity for victory.”

Human cultivators quickly moved from both wings of the forest belt to the center at Longxu Gully, clearly more organized than the undead creatures; once the undead’s formation was set, it was hard to change, and any attempt to change formation during the battle would turn them into a mess—that was why Yu Zhengxing judged that the Undead Army would struggle to change formation within a hundred miles.

Elder Wan resolutely said, “Yu Junior Brother, you handle the command, especially the timing of deploying that reinforcement force.

I’ll hold the front for now.

It’s been decades since I’ve clashed with the undead, and my hands are really itching.”

In a short time, human cultivators quickly formed a square formation along a hundred-mile stretch at Longxu Gully—an inherently defensive formation.

They dared not truly charge out, fearing to completely expose the forest belt.

Six hundred people positioned in front of the hundred-mile formation made it somewhat significant; at least, they didn’t have to worry about collapsing at the first charge of the opponent.

Across the field, the trumpets of bones sobbed, and the undead creatures shouted in unison, beginning their favorite blitzkrieg tactic.